Owning the Night Foreman

Dear FemdomU Forum

I never set out to own the night foreman. I worked days in the front office, spreadsheets and meetings, nothing exciting. He worked in the warehouse and handled nights, forklifts and metal racks and men who grunt more than they talk. We only crossed paths for a few minutes each afternoon. A nod, a “Have a good night,” that sort of thing.

Nothing that should have led to this.

I found out about his… hobby… by accident. One of the younger warehouse guys joked that the foreman “really liked my office chair” because he always sat in it as soon as I left. That got my attention. I checked the security feed that night.

There he was.
Closing the door behind him.
Sliding onto my chair slowly, reverently.
Burying his face into the seat and inhaling like he was starving for my scent.

Then he rubbed his cock through his jeans until he had to stand and adjust himself.

I didn’t confront him. I simply left a note under my keyboard the next morning.

“If you’re going to smell my seat, do it on your knees.”

That night, on camera, he did. Face buried, hips twitching, obeying me before I had ever given a real command.

From then on, I left him little tasks.
Clean my desk drawer.
Wipe down my chair legs by hand.
Leave a photo of his cock for me under my stapler.
Lick the underside of the seat before pressing his face into it.
Occassionally I’d command him to masturbate and cum, and sure enough, that too was caught on my camera.

Every morning, I could tell he’d completed my tasks, obeyed my commands. Every evening, he walked in looking more owned than the day before.

Then came the night I truly took him.

I returned to the building long after I was supposed to be home with my husband. The night crew was scattered around the warehouse when I strode in. Their foreman froze the second he saw me.

“Office. Now.”

His crew watched their boss obey instantly. Three of them followed the scene with their eyes until we disappeared into the hallway. Two of the younger guys exchanged looks and quietly trailed after us, stopping just outside my door like a couple of horny teenagers.

I knew they were there. I didn’t care.

I shut the office door, pointed to the floor, and said calmly, “On your back.”

He obeyed so fast it was almost pathetic. I stepped over him, lifted my skirt, and lowered myself onto his face. His tongue went wild, desperate, terrified, obedient.

After a minute I spoke loud enough for the hall.

“You two can come in. Since you’re so curious.”

The door cracked open and the two guys slipped inside, eyes wide, faces flushed. I didn’t move from my throne on his mouth.

“You see this?” I asked them. “Your foreman sneaks in here every night and sniffs my chair like a dog in heat. I figured it was time he graduated to the real thing.”

They nodded, staring, swallowing hard.

“Stand where I can see you,” I told them. “Hands behind your backs. You watch. You don’t touch.”

Their breaths hitched, but they listened.

The foreman whimpered into me, his cock so hard in his jeans that it looked painful. I reached down, smacked it with my palm, and both guys jumped.

“He gets like this every night,” I said. “Hard. Desperate. Pathetic. And he never cums unless I say so.”

One of the guys whispered, “Jesus…”

I turned my head sharply. “Language. You’re in my office.”

He straightened immediately.

I slid my hips slowly across the foreman’s face one more time, then stood. His face was wet with me, his chest heaving. He looked destroyed in the prettiest way.

I stepped between his legs. “Say it,” I ordered.

“I… belong to you,” he gasped. “Ma’am… please…”

I looked at the two men watching.

“You hear that? Your boss knows exactly who owns him.”

Their eyes were huge. Their cocks were obvious. Their breath was shallow.

I smirked. “Now you two. Close the door behind you on your way out. And don’t you dare say a word about what you saw, unless you’re ready to follow orders the way he does.”

They scrambled out.

I left the foreman on the carpet, hard, panting, shaking, ruined.
And to this day, he’s not yet disobeyed me. And I have so, so many plans for him!

Signed,
A married woman who discovered ownership suits her much better than office work